1. When I say after you all, Solani is my mark,
And you have built the shrine far away,

2. And my time of burning with love for you
Will come when the breeze from there blows gently,

3. I yearn for the days of Najd, may they
With your nearness one day be generous to me,

4. Seasons of play if they would return good
With the neighbors of Sal' I would be happy.

5. The utterance of my broken ribs of passion
Inherits the newness of time and is ever new,

6. A lover who has tears and longing renewed
For the abode, his fervor intensifies and grows.

7. So after you all, passion's fire in the land
Has no waning, nor the slopes, stillness,

8. Your memory keeps it awake every night
While the eyes of the other lovers are sleeping.

9. Busy with questioning the ruins, and sometimes
Asking the guide of the caravan where he will go,

10. And that a matter whose secret has not been exposed
By separation from you is solid ice.